Travis makes sure his omega is seated and well settled in the class before the door closes, and he walks away.
He passes by the alcove, a target in his line of sight.
He knows how Day looks.
He knows hw beautiful he is and how good he smells.
He isn't naïve or hasn't noticed how every alpha in the vicinity gets alert when Day is around and ogle him.
But none of them have approached him because they can see that Day is his.
No one has crossed that line yet, and he has also made sure that Day will not be befriended by some knucklehead, trying to appear friendly when they all want to sink their fangs into his precious dove.
Last week, in the showers after some vigorous basketball game, some stupid hot-headed alpha was running his mouth, unaware of who was listening outside the fiends he was talking to.
